Thinking about you the other day
bout how you gave your life away
I'm so ashamed of the sin in me
amazing grace, how can it be?
I will worship you always
I will lift up my hands
to the one who is worthy
I'm giving all I am
every day can be such a lonely road
when I try to walk it on my own
but you have given me your hand to hold
prepared a place I can call my own
I will worship you always...
the joys of this world are running thin
what worked before never will again
searching for something that will satisfy
If I don't have you I know I'd just die
I will worship you always...
Sunday, November 30, 2008
hard
doing things as unto the Lord and not unto men, is hard. Very hard.
especially when the people involved in the work are difficult to work
with. I was doing free work for people a couple of days ago and their dog bit me.
Didn't break the skin, didn't even hurt really. Just annoyed me. I
wish I half as Godly a lover of mankind as I try to convince myself
is the reality. God, grant me grace for the important moments in life.
especially when the people involved in the work are difficult to work
with. I was doing free work for people a couple of days ago and their dog bit me.
Didn't break the skin, didn't even hurt really. Just annoyed me. I
wish I half as Godly a lover of mankind as I try to convince myself
is the reality. God, grant me grace for the important moments in life.
100%
This morning I asked my 1st-born (Levi) to wake up his brother
Tyler. "Nicely" I said. I went to check, and I hear him singing the
wake-up song I use in the mornings on them, using the same stupid
voice I do when I am the one waking them from their slumber. A
sheepish grin crossed my face as I drew pleasure from my son
imitating me.
I hope that's kind of like the pleasure God feels when I imitate Him
Tyler. "Nicely" I said. I went to check, and I hear him singing the
wake-up song I use in the mornings on them, using the same stupid
voice I do when I am the one waking them from their slumber. A
sheepish grin crossed my face as I drew pleasure from my son
imitating me.
I hope that's kind of like the pleasure God feels when I imitate Him
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
compassion
I witnessed compassion in my class today.
I was describing my own feelings of compassion towards Saddam Hussein when he died. My feelings of disappointment in Americans who celebrated and even mocked his death. I had watched the clip of his hanging on youtube and wept for his soul. I watched a person who had rejected God have all his chances at redemption and salvation ended.
There would be no saving that man; no hope at all for this murderer of men.
But he was still a man.
Not an animal, not a beast. No less made in the image of God than I. Angels would surely have celebrated his repentence with joyous, resounding praise toward the God of Grace. And when he died he would have been embraced by a loving Father, much in the same way I hope to be when I pass from this earth.
But none of this will, nor can ever happen for Saddam Hussein. He is dead, and his fate is sealed forever.
As I expressed these thoughts to my class, one girl wept embarrassed tears for a lost soul. Some may have viewed it a moment of weakness. I saw it as a moment of tremendous strength.
I think it would be hard to have too much compassion.
I count it a priviledge to have been in its' presence today.
I was describing my own feelings of compassion towards Saddam Hussein when he died. My feelings of disappointment in Americans who celebrated and even mocked his death. I had watched the clip of his hanging on youtube and wept for his soul. I watched a person who had rejected God have all his chances at redemption and salvation ended.
There would be no saving that man; no hope at all for this murderer of men.
But he was still a man.
Not an animal, not a beast. No less made in the image of God than I. Angels would surely have celebrated his repentence with joyous, resounding praise toward the God of Grace. And when he died he would have been embraced by a loving Father, much in the same way I hope to be when I pass from this earth.
But none of this will, nor can ever happen for Saddam Hussein. He is dead, and his fate is sealed forever.
As I expressed these thoughts to my class, one girl wept embarrassed tears for a lost soul. Some may have viewed it a moment of weakness. I saw it as a moment of tremendous strength.
I think it would be hard to have too much compassion.
I count it a priviledge to have been in its' presence today.
Monday, November 17, 2008
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